I have discovered Facecrack (aka Facebook). The evil networking website that sucks you into its black hole of neverending status updates and "friending" (BTW Daddyfiles, I friended you).
When I first discovered blogging, I became addicted to checking my comments. Is it that obvious I crave human contact? I didn't have time to constantly log on to Blogger and check my comments (all 1 of them), so I had it forwarded to my email. (I still do). The euphoria I felt (and still do) when I receive comments was beyond words. It was my new natural high. Now that I have discovered Facecrack, I have become addicted to checking my wall and finding out who has "friended" me.
I know that Facecrack has been around for ages, but I purposely steered clear. I know me. Once I find a new site, I play with it for hours. So, I stayed away. Much like I have avoided My Space. But, I had been desperately trying to locate an old friend from high school and all my research search engines/programs were coming up empty. I decided to bite the bullet and log on. I found him in 30 seconds. 2 hours later we had set up a lunch date for Christmas Eve. It was that easy. Soon after that, I had joined a few groups from my high school and "friended" 2 more people that I had missed seeing. I was in heaven and very much enjoying the unattractive photos of the "I too good/popular to talk to you" girls from high school. I'm such a bitch. One of my friends from high school wrote me that I looked fabulous and we should laugh at all the people who "peaked" in high school. Oh, believe me....I'm laughing. I know it's very immature of me....but I'm still laughing.
Then I started getting odd friend requests from people I barely know, kinda know and other people that I really didn't like. I currently have over 30 "friend requests" waiting for my confirmation. I decided to take pity on Partner #1 & Partner #3 and grant their friend requests. I even friended Surfer Dude. He usually posts some embarrassing photos of himself, so that's fun for me. I'm sitting very comfortably with 13 friends. All of them people I know really well and would actually hang out with if given the chance. (Partner #3 would have to pay me, though) Fancy Pants let me on the secret.....the more friends you have, the more popular you seem to everyone else. Whatever. I don't care about being popular. I'm not friending some psycho that I knew in high school just because she wants to be "most popular" with 700 "friends"
And what is it with updating your status every 5 minutes. "I'm pondering"......"Now, I'm done pondering"...."I'm taking a shower"...."I'm done taking a shower". I'm lucky if I can complete the act. How and why would I have the time to tell everyone about it.
I also went against the norm on my photo post. I posted a photo of myself without kids, cars, significant others, sexy poses, alcohol or weird cartoons. I'm such a rebel! I grabbed a head shot from my wedding one year ago. This was out of desperation because that is the last time anyone has taken a picture of me that didn't involve rude hand gestures or inappropriate faces. I hate to have my picture taken. I usually ham it up. A favorite is to stuff balloons up my shirt. My grandmother could build an album with those pictures.
I'm totally addicted. I will need an intervention soon or TH might take away my laptop.